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Covered By The Cross; Where are we going?

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PROVERBS 3: 5-6:  Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, but acknowledge Him in all ways and He will direct your path.

Hi everyone!

  Thanks for visiting our new website. John and I have begun to work on this project together and like he said, it will be a work in progress.

  I started the COVERED BY THE CROSS label a few years ago in 2003 as a way for me to share with others about GOD's Mercy, Grace, Love, Forgiveness, Blessings through the sacrifice of his son, our Lord, Jesus.

  GOD brought me home like the "Prodigal Son" and showed me just how great his Mercy, Grace, Love, and Forgiveness are.  

  So now, I want to share with others what GOD has/can/will do. John has put this website together and hopefully, GOD will lead us to where he wants us to go from here.

  There are t-shirts available now for $7.00 from my friend and screen printer Dustin of "EMPTY WITHOUT GOD SCREEN PRINTING"

  You can order them direct from Dustin and the funds from the shirt sales are donated to help out  our Missionaries in Japan, Dave and Shinko Levy of CHRISTIAN SURFERS JAPAN Ministries


  Also, I have recently met LEAH BLANKENSHIP who founded and runs "CARE HOUSE LIFE MINISTIES" here in San Diego. She heads up a non-profit Christian group whose mission is to help care for many of the 2000 homeless and abandoned children and teens in San Diego County. (Her number is (619) 299-2777 or you can find  more on her and the CAREHOUSE LIFE MINISTRIES at:

  I would like to bring these folks to the front in hopes that we can somehow help them take care of these children who have been discarded and left behind. Please feel free to contact them directly to see what you can do to help, even it is only a little, it can go a long way and means everything to these children.

  We also have stickers available for free. They look just like the this:


I believe that if we can get some momentum we can make a difference, even while sitting in front of our computers. We can help spread the word in Japan, and also help the children of San Diego. Please pray about this and if any thing comes to you, we are standing by to hear from you all.

Well, that's it for now. Thanks again and please pray for God's leading for John and I so we will know where we are going.




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The Cambrian Explosion

As a person driven by science, I often do research to gain knowledge that is often controversial. In this case it is "Darwin's Dilemma". Just how did complex lifeforms appear on this earth on a single point of time "The Cambrian Explosion"? There is an interesting FAQ that is available by searching on: darwinsdilemma
The next topic will be "The Privileged Planet"

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Laridian Bible upgrades are Free

Just received an email from the Laridian folks stating that if you purchased any release of NIV for any platform, you can download it to any other platform at no cost. Yipee! In my case, it was long ago for a PocketPC Ipaq which is now dated and replaced with my android phone. I downloaded the android APK file and used my old Laridian login/pw and it worked. Now it is installed in the Yourversion application with the other bible versions.

How wonderful is that!

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[Forwarded by Cheryl]


One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town,
Taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick.

Suddenly, my son Matthew spoke up from his relaxed position in the front

"Mom, I'm thinking of something."

This announcement usually meant he had been pondering some fact for a while
And was now ready to expound all that his seven-year-old mind had

I was eager to hear. "What are you thinking?" I asked.

"The rain," he began, "is like sin and the windshield wipers are like God,
Wiping our sins away."

After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond. "That's really
Good, Matthew."

Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little boy take this
Revelation? So I asked... "Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming? What
Does that tell you?"

Matthew didn't hesitate one moment with his answer: "We keep on sinning, and
God just keeps on forgiving us."

Who can drive in the rain again without thinking of this one???

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[Forwarded from Cheryl]:

There are 5 sponges laying on your kitchen counter top. Each member of your
Family has been cleaning up different areas of your home, but all the
Sponges look the same. You are curious as to what was cleaned in your home,
But you can't tell by looking...they all look the what do you do?

You squeeze each sponge to see what comes out. As you squeeze the first
Sponge, you see that cola comes out, and so you decide that someone cleaned
The kitchen with that one. Upon squeezing the second sponge, you find tub
And tile cleaner - that one was used to clean the bathroom.

Next, in the third sponge, you find motor oil -- hubby was cleaning the

In the fourth sponge, baby powder puffs out when it is squeezed -- yep the
Baby's nursery was done with that one!

And finally, in the last one, is floor wax -- that was the one you used on
The hall floor!

As you lay the last one down, you look again at their similarity - and they
All look the same until they're squeezed.

Christians are the same way. As life squeezes us, different things come out
- anger from one, a need for revenge from another, tears from one, remorse
From yet another - also greed, untruth, lust - and finally, from one saint,
Pours forth the love of Christ.

Just like the sponge, we can only squeeze out what is put in - stay in the
Word daily, and be in continuous prayer, so that when life puts the squeeze
On you (and it WILL), Jesus, and Jesus ALONE will shine forth from you!

Have a blessed, squeaky clean day!

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Beth and Juice - January 2011

Beth and Juice News Letter for Jan 2011 from Zagreb, Croatia

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[Forwarded from Cheryl]

It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas
Tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the
Branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so. It all began because my
Husband Mike hated Christmas---oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but
The commercial aspects of it overspending ... The frantic running around at
The last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for
Grandma---the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of
Anything else.

Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts,
Sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike.
The inspiration came in an unusual way. Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year,
Was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended; and shortly
Before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by
An inner-city church, mostly black. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so
Ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together,
Presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold
Uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes.

As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling
Without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's
Ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we
Ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their
Boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false
Bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat.

Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them could
Have won," he said. "They have a lot of potential, but losing like this
Could take the heart right out of them." Mike loved kids --- all kids ---
And he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and
Lacrosse. That's when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went
To a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling
Headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church.

On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling
Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the
Brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years. For each
Christmas, I followed the tradition --- one year sending a group of mentally
Handicapped youngsters, to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of
Elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before
Christmas, and on and on.

The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last
Thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys,
Would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope
From the tree to reveal its contents. As the children grew, the toys gave
Way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure.

The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded
Cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I
Barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on
The tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more. Each of our
Children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for
Their dad.

The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our
Grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching
As their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas
Spirit, will always be with us.

May we all remember Christ, who is the reason for the season, and the true
Christmas spirit this year and always. God bless
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The True Story of Rudolph

[Forwarded by Garry]

The True Story of Rudolph

A man named Bob May, depressed and brokenhearted, stared out his drafty
apartment window into the chilling December night.

His 4-year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing. Bob's
wife, Evelyn, was dying of cancer Little Barbara couldn't understand why
her mommy could never come home. Barbara looked up into her dad's eyes
and asked, "Why isn't Mommy just like everybody else's Mommy?" Bob's jaw
tightened and his eyes welled with tears. Her question brought waves of
grief, but also of anger. It had been the story of Bob's life. Life
always had to be different for Bob.

Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was too
little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called names he'd
rather not remember. From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed
to fit in. Bob did complete college, married his loving wife and was
grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the
Great Depression. Then he was blessed with his little girl. But it was
all short-lived. Evelyn's bout with cancer stripped them of all their
savings and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room
apartment in the Chicago slums. Evelyn died just days before Christmas in

Bob struggled to give hope to his child, for whom he couldn't even afford
to buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined
to make one - a storybook! Bob had created an animal character in his own
mind and told the animal's story to little Barbara to give her comfort
and hope. Again and again Bob told the story, embellishing it more with
each telling. Who was the character? What was the story all about? The
story Bob May created was his own autobiography in fable form. The
character he created was a misfit outcast like he was. The name of the
character? A little reindeer named Rudolph, with a big shiny nose. Bob
finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on Christmas
Day. But the story doesn't end there.

The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little
storybook and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the rights to
print the book. Wards went on to print,“Rudolph, the Red-Nosed
Reindeer”and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their
stores. By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed more than six million
copies of Rudolph. That same year, a major publisher wanted to purchase
the rights from Wards to print an updated version of the book.

In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned all
rights back to Bob May. The book became a best seller. Many toy and
marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing
family, became wealthy from the story he created to comfort his grieving
daughter. But the story doesn't end there either.

Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation to Rudolph.
Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing Crosby
and Dinah Shore , it was recorded by the singing cowboy, Gene Autry.
"Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" was released in 1949 and became a
phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song,
with the exception of "White Christmas."

The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept
on returning back to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the
lesson, just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being different isn't so
bad. In fact, being different can be a blessing.

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[Forwarded from Cheryl]

A Native American and his friend were in downtown New York City, walking
Near Times Square in Manhattan. It was during the noon lunch hour and the
Streets were filled with people. Cars were honking their horns, taxicabs
Were squealing around corners, sirens were wailing, and the sounds of the
City were almost deafening. Suddenly, the Native American said, "I hear a

His friend said, "What? You must be crazy. You couldn't possibly hear a
Cricket in all of this noise!"

"No, I'm sure of it," the Native American said, "I heard a cricket."

"That's crazy," said the friend.

The Native American listened carefully for a moment, and then walked across
The street to a big cement planter where some shrubs were growing. He
Looked into the bushes, beneath the branches, and sure enough, he located a
Small cricket. His friend was utterly amazed.

"That's incredible," said his friend. "You must have superhuman ears!"

"No," said the Native American. "My ears are no different from yours. It
All depends on what you're listening for."

"But that can't be!" said the friend. "I could never hear a cricket in
This noise."

"Yes, it's true," came the reply. "It depends on what is really important
To you. Here, let me show you." He reached into his pocket, pulled out a
Few coins, and discreetly dropped them on the sidewalk. And then, with the
Noise of the crowded street still blaring in their ears, they noticed every
Head within twenty feet turn and look to see if the money that tinkled on
The pavement was theirs. "See what I mean?" asked the Native American. "It
All depends on what's important to you."

What's important to you? What do you listen for? Some people say that
There is no God, and that He never speaks to us anymore. But perhaps they
Can't see or hear Him because they aren't listening for Him. They are living
For themselves, not for God.

If you are in tune with God, you will be able to notice Him at work in your
Life and in the world. And you'll be able to hear Him when He speaks.

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One day I decided to quit...I quit my job, my relationship, my
Spirituality.... I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one
Last talk with God.

"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"

His answer surprised me.

"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"

"Yes", I replied.

"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of
Them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the
Earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the
Bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.

In the second year the fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again,
Nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.

"In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not
Quit. The same in year four.

"Then in the fifth year, a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.

Compared to the fern, it was seemingly small and insignificant.

But just six months later, the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.

It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and
Gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a
Challenge it could not handle.

"Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you
Have actually been growing roots? I would not quit on the bamboo.. I will
Never quit on you.

"Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different
Purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful.

"Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high"

"How high should I rise?" I asked.

"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.

"As high as it can?" I questioned

"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."

I left the forest, realizing that God will never give up on me. And He will
Never give up on you.

Never regret a day in your life.

Good days give you happiness; bad days give you experiences; both are
Essential to life.


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